Laws And Machines Are Shaped To Fit

A Poet Can't Afford To Be Aloof. The Tools Of His Trade Are The People He Bumps Up Against.

Never Fear Being Alone, Because You Never Are.

Be Gentle With Me, New Love. Treat Me Tenderly. I Need The Gentle Touch, The Soft Voice, The Candlelight After Nine. There's Been So Many Who Didn't Understand So Give Me All The Love I See In Your Timid Eyes But Give It Gently Please.

There's No Misery In Not Being Loved, Only In Not Loving.

Watch The Indolent Butterfly Playing On The Tall Flower In The Yard And Think About The Sun Going Down. It Always Does You Know.